The donkeys vision (commission)

A horse, a camel and a donkey decided to have a race. The horse had its agility, it was running from the moment it was born. So it could go faster than most. Gallantly spritnting and jumping over hurdles The camel had its endurance, born with thick skin and humps to store fat, it canContinue reading “The donkeys vision (commission)”

Buried alive 

‘Buried alive’  Feelings that had blossomed into something beautiful, thrown back into the undergrowth, like a beam of  light sucked into a black hole. I couldn’t see the picture, you couldn’t play the roll… So we fought what felt right, and turned dawn back into night. We buried our emotions… a thought that has leftContinue reading “Buried alive “

In colour and in rhyme

“We are all here for a reason on a particular path You don’t need a curriculum to know that you’re apart of the math Cats think I’m delirious but I’m so damn serious That’s why I expose my soul to the globe; the world I’m tryin’ to make it better for these little boys andContinue reading “In colour and in rhyme”

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Alone in this struggle, alone with this pain, alone in my bubble, alone in my brain. Isolated from things I thought hated, yet my heart still beats heavy, and my moods all feel weighted. Sourrounded by all I once saw as pure, but still feeling dirty inside… separation is no cure… De-rooted, so all myContinue reading “1”

Be 

Individual battles that rattle our collective mind, painfully breathtaking, left us shaking, soaked in emotion, barely coping, hoping, floating, in an ocean of negativity. We dread… Inactivity, from A will once strong, that now seems so tender. We grow colder as sin sits on our shoulders and urges us to surrender… Our pride, We doContinue reading “Be “

Obbatala and Sango

Sango and his wife Obba (the original zues and Metis) Two of the yoruba Orishas. I wanted to depict them not as gods, but as a yoruba man and woman that had awoken the God inside them. Obatala is the mother/father of all Orishas and of human beings. She/He is also the owner of allContinue reading “Obbatala and Sango”

shelter

All the pitter-patter prints different patterns in the back of my mind. I try to be shelter in turbid times. All the chitter-chatter puts new coats on old characters, at the forefront of your thoughts. I pray we make the most of these rainy days. You storm in, I storm out. Its almost always windyContinue reading “shelter”